September 30, 2013
Maybe there’s a more profound meaning behind that trite but true phrase.
If my heart is closed I’m not at home anywhere.
My heart closes when I experience fear in any shape, form or permutation. It’s an automatic programmed reaction that I’ve practiced for a lifetime and honed to a skill. And it has at times served me well. It’s protected me and I’m grateful for what I suspect is simply my psyche’s intention to keep me safe.
I realized some time ago that closing my heart no longer serves me. Because I no longer need to be protected from myself. I can trust myself to use good judgment in terms of who and what I bring into my life and how I handle what life hands me.
When I remember to stop, breathe, soften my belly and my jaw and my shoulders, and ask myself what feels right in this moment, I intuitively know what to do. And today, more often than not, I choose to do it. Which is huge progress for me.
How much do you trust yourself that you can take care of yourself if you leave your heart open? Not crazy open without regard for reality. But open because you know that you are enough and that if you get quiet enough you have the ability to take care yourself.
I’d so love to hear your thoughts on this one. Please comment below.